Crikey! How do we say goodbye to the croc Hunter, a man who loved wildlife animals and devoted father and husband. We watched his show everyday on animal planet. Until fate stepped in ,and a sharp barbed wire like a knife pierced Croc's chest leaving a hole in his heart. He was left on conscious and that fateful day on Labor day took his like at 44. His manager and friends gathered around to mourn the loss of a non-fearful risk taker.
Croc, you did your best and now family and friends lay you to rest. You loved your wild life friends until the end. Were gonna miss crikey, mate, and your Australian accent.
You did us proud wrestling the crocodiles, alligators, snakes, and such, but you shouldn't put your hand in their mouths. You were a risk shaker but now being buried by the undertaker. WE ALL MOURN YOU DEAR MATE, WHEN THAT FATEFUL DAY TOOK PLACE